"WHAT? NO MORE?" Chichi
screeched, holding up an empty plastic bag. She started throwing everything in
the closet out. "There's got to be some more! There's GOT to be! GOTEN!" she
screamed for her youngest son. Seeking salvation Goten hurriedly ducked into
the tiny room kept for storing shoes.

"Hey, what are you guys doing
here?" he asked.

"Gah!" Gohan yelped. He grabbed
Goten in and slammed the door shut, pulling the boy to the floor where he and
his father were sitting in cramped positions.

"You want to get us killed?" he
whispered furiously.

"Goku! Gohan? Goten? Where are
you?" Chichi yelled, walking out to the room.

The three Saiyans tried to huddle into a corner and make
themselves as small as possible.

"There you are!" Chichi cried triumphantly. Grabbing a
whimpering Goku by the ear and her two yelping sons by their hair she dragged
them through the hall and up the stairs before depositing them roughly in front
of the cupboard in the master bedroom. She held up the empty plastic bag.

"Do you see this?" she demanded. "THIS used to be full.
Now it is empty. WHY"

Goten vaguely remembered finding the objects and using it
with Trunks as target practice, not knowing what it was.

"Uh…" he started.

"You are going to go to the supermarket and buy me more.
And a tub of rocky road ice-cream"

"More what?" Goku asked. It was a pink plastic bag, giving
no hint of what had once been inside it.

"Pads!"

"Pads?" Goten asked, the image of arm and kneepads
appearing in his mind. By the looks on Goku's and Gohan's face they were
equally confused as to why the woman was getting so uptight over something she
really didn't need.

"Don't you know what they ARE?" Chichi exclaimed. The three
exchanged looks then slowly, cautiously shook their heads. Chichi scowled.

"Sanitary napkins?" she tried. The three looked clueless.
Chichi looked like she was about to explode.

"Go to the supermarket and LOOK for it, okay?" she yelled.
The three stared blankly at her.

"NOW!" she screeched.

The three were out of the house in the next second.

Trunks finally managed to get the gag to slip down off his
mouth.

"Dad?" he asked. There was a silence.

"Dad?" he tried again. There was a grunt.

"Is mom okay?" he asked. There was a silence then Vegeta
sighed.

"I don't think so"

"Has this happened before?"

"No"

Trunks paused then said, "I think I can break out of
these"

"Hn"

"Can you break out of that?"

"Of course I can!"

"Then should we break out?"

Vegeta stared at his son. "Are you INSANE?"

The door suddenly swung open and light flooded into the
room, blinding the two males.

"Trunks" Bulma said in a dangerously quiet undertone that
sent chills up their spines.

"Y… yes mom?"

Bulma held out an empty green bag and shook it. "This was
full"

"It looks uh… empty"

"Precisely"

Trunks seemed to remember using the items inside for
target practice after he and Goten had blown up all of Chichi's.

"So now I have none," Bulma said, her voice getting lower
and deadlier.

"Is that… bad?"

"Yes, Trunks. That is very, very bad"

Trunks gulped. "I'm… sorry?"

"Sorry's not enough"

"Am I in trouble?"

"Oh yes. BIG trouble"

Trunks gulped again. "Please don't kill me?"

Bulma smiled a strange half smile. "Oh, I won't kill you. All
you have to do is go to the supermarket"

"That's all?" Trunks said, relieved.

"And get me more of these"

"What's that?" Trunks asked.

"Pads"

"Pads?" Trunks asked dubiously, imagining the bag being
stuffed full of notepads. He was pretty sure that the items that he and Goten
had blown up were not notepads.

"Feminine protection. And ice-cream. Ube flavored"

"What's ube…"

"Find it yourself"

"But…"

"Go"

"But I don't…"

"Now"

Trunks 'gleeped', easily snapped out of his rope binding
and zoomed through the wall. Now that the boy was gone Bulma turned her
attention to Vegeta.

"And where do you think YOU'RE going?" she said to Vegeta
who had already snapped out of his steel bonds and was trying to sneak away
into the ventilation shaft.

"Nowhere…"

"Well, that's good, because you're going with your son"

"What?"

"You are going to the supermarket with Trunks"

Vegeta tried to look like he was still in control. He
smirked, despite the fact that he was on his hands and knees on the floor.

"So we're looking for pads also known as feminine
protection and sanitoilet napkins," he murmured.

"Are you sure it was sanitoilet? I've never heard of the
word sanitoilet napkins in my life" Gohan said.

"Yeah, I'm quite sure" Goten said. Trunks suddenly
brightened.

"I know! Why don't we just ask?"

"Perfect!" Goten said and the two rushed off to the
nearest person, who turned out to be an eighty year old woman.

"Um, excuse us…" Trunks said politely, "but we would like
to know where to get some pads… also known as feminine protection and
sanitoilet napkins?"

The woman turned red. "You perverted boy! How dare you ask
such questions!" she shrieked and started clobbering the two with her walking
stick.

"Hey ow what you doing that for lady, we were just asking
a question, SHEESH" Trunks said. The woman thwacked him on the head with her
stick once more and he and Goten hurried back to their families.

"She was very rude" Trunks said, sticking his tongue out
at the woman when she turned her back.

"Ow ow ow…" Goten whimpered, clutching his head.

"Maybe we should go ask… I think it's just that people
don't take kids seriously," Goku suggested to Vegeta. Vegeta scowled but walked
with Goku to the old woman.

"Excuse me ma'am, but we would like to know where we can
get… what's it called again?"

"Feminine napkins" Vegeta said, arms folded.

"Yes, that, because-"

"You sick, disgusting people!" the woman shrieked and
started whacking Vegeta and Goku with the stick.

"No, you don't unders-" Goku tried to protest.

"Were those two your sons? You are a bad influence on
them, no wonder! You terrible, disgusting, perverted fathers!" the woman
started yelling louder. A crowd starting gathering.

"Would you just shut up?" Vegeta muttered.

"You dare to tell me to shut up? How dare you! So RUDE, no
wonder your children are so disgusting-"

Vegeta grabbed the stick and snapped it in half then
hurled it as hard as he could through aisles of fresh fruits, snacks and
stationary before smashing out through the solid hard concrete wall.

Everyone stared.

Vegeta smirked then walked back.

"That really wasn't necessary…" Goku said.

"That woman was annoying me" Vegeta shrugged. Goku sighed.

"Oh well, I guess we'll just have to find it ourselves…"

"Why is this damned supermarket so BIG?" Gohan moaned.

"Yeah dad, we've been in here for three HOURS…"

"Do you want to ask then?"

"No…"

"Then don't complain"

"I can't take this anymore!" Trunks yelled. He saw a shop
assistant. "I'll ask her, she should know!" he said and ran to her. The four
males saw him asking the woman. She blushed a dark red then asked him
something. Trunks pointed to Vegeta. She walked over to the group.

"Sir, do you know your son asked me where to buy… pads and
what they… are?" she asked, her face still a dark red.

"Yes, so?" Vegeta asked.

"Um, well, little children should not be asking such
things…"

"I don't know what they are myself, is it such a crime if
my son knows?" Vegeta snapped. The shop assistant turned darker red.

"Well, it's not that, I just mean that… no, I mean… don't
you…"

"Why don't you just show us where to get them?" Goku asked
patiently. The woman looked like she was about to explode but calmed herself
down.

"Here" the woman said, leading the group. The men stared
at the packets.

"Those are pads? They look like packs," Gohan said.

"There are so many…" Trunks said, overwhelmed. "Which one
would mom want?"

"Absorbent, super absorbent, soft… what's the difference
between them all?" Goku asked the woman. The woman made a choking sound.

"They're… sir… these… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shrieked.
Goten and Trunks looked up at her innocently.

"What?" they asked at the same time. They had opened up a
pack of the pads and had tossed them into the air, and now Trunks had one in
his hands.

"What… are you… doing…" the woman asked faintly.

"Look, the package says it has wings… shouldn't it fly?"
Goten asked, pointing to the empty plastic packaging.

"Yeah, and how is this soft? It's flat! Should it even be
a bit bouncy? You can be sued for not telling the truth lady" Trunks said
severely.

"How do you put them on?" Goten asked. He opened up a pad
and put it on his head. "Like this?"

The woman went pale.

"I don't see how this is protection in any way" Goten complained.

"Yeah, it's flat and stupid and doesn't fly even though it
has wings and I can't even see the wings" Trunks said, picking the opened pad
from Goten's head and staring at it curiously, poking and prodding it.

The woman could take no more.

She fainted.

The five males stared down at her. "I think maybe we
should just pick a pack and just leave now…" Gohan said, glancing at the woman
and the gathered crowd.

"'Kay" Goten said and grabbed two packs, one for Chichi
and one for Bulma. Goku, Vegeta, Gohan and Goten started to leave. Trunks
looked at the pad in his hands and the unconscious woman, then, him being of a
good sort, placed the pad under her head on the floor so that hopefully it
wouldn't hurt so much when she awoke.

"You're lucky" Goku said, placing his hand over his
stomach, "I had to eat her pancakes. All of them"

He looked as if he was about to be sick.

"Why don't we go get something to eat? We're all hungry…"
Trunks suggested. The rest agreed and they headed towards a McDonalds.

Ten minutes later they munched happily on their burgers,
the table stacked high with food.

"Who would have thought women would get so uptight over
these things?" Goku said pointing at the bag containing the precious pads,
having obviously regained his appetite.

"Women are strange" Vegeta agreed, in a better mood now
that his hunger was being satisfied.

"I hope that never happens again. Mom sure was scary"
Trunks said.

"Same here" said Goten, gorging into the fries.

"Know what?" Gohan said.

"What?"

"I don't think I'll ever get married. If one day that
happened to me again…" he shivered. "I don't wanna be the one to go to the
supermarket"

"May you never get married!" Goku said cheerfully. They
toasted to that then finished off their meal.

"What took you so long?" Chichi snapped when the three
Sons got home. The three stared at the room apprehensively; it looked like
Chichi had been taking out her wrath on the poor room with a frying pan. The
woman started advancing towards them and they all subconsciously took a step
back.

"Probably out eating, am I right? Always eating, never
care about how I feel, do you?"

"We were hungry…"

"You're ALWAYS hungry, ALL of you! Do you have any idea
how hard it is to feed THREE-"

"Um, we got the pads…" Goku said, holding out the shopping
bag.

"FINALLY!" Chichi said, grabbing the bag then rushing off
to the toilet.

"Phew, saved…" Goku sighed in relief and his sons agreed.

"You took your time!" Bulma snapped.

"We ran into the Sons" Vegeta said.

"Oh, so what were you doing? Stopped to fight, didn't you?
Always fighting, that's all you can think about, your poor wife is at home
SUFFERING and you're off fighting and-"

"We got them," Vegeta said, handing over the pads. Bulma
squealed, snatched the bag with the sacred items inside and raced off to the
toilet.

"Saved…" Trunks said and Vegeta agreed.

Half an hour later…

"WHERE'S MY ICE-CREAM?!?" both women hollered. In both
houses the males panicked and quickly found places to cower, Vegeta finding
salvation in the washing machine.